So this was supposed to be a short little drabble and then it developed a giant plot and it kind of exploded? So moral of the story, this is much longer than I was originally intending. Have some pining!Bellamy.
“Bell?!” Octavia yelled from her bedroom.
Bellamy sighed, and looked up from the papers he was grading on the couch. “There’s a thing called walking out of your room to talk to people, O!” he called back.
She stuck her head out of her room and stuck her tongue out at him.
“You’re a child,” he informed her drily. “What do you want?”
“Rude,” Octavia chastised, coming the rest of the way out of her room and flopping down onto the couch next to him. “What are you doing anyway?”
She twitched one of the essays closer and read, “Social political structure of the Roman Empire prior to the death of Caesar. Okay, forget I asked, that sounds horrifically boring. Count me out.”
Bellamy rolled his eyes and carefully pried the essay out of her hands. “They’re all shit so I wish I could say the same.”
“Bellamy Blake,” his sister said, hands on her hips. “As an esteemed TA of the university aren’t you supposed to treat your students with the utmost respect?”
Bellamy snorted. “You should see their grammar.”
“What is it?” he asked, much more kindly this time.
“Is Clarke still here?”
That got his attention. He put down his grading pen and turned fully to face Octavia. “She left twenty minutes ago. Why?”
Octavia held up a book. “Because she forgot her very secret diary.”